Little Taehyung found himself sitting on a park bench, the weight of the world on his tiny shoulders. A girl, noticing his unusual silence, joined him. "What happened to you? Why are you so quiet?" she asked with genuine concern.
Taehyung, unable to contain his emotions, turned to the girl and hugged her tightly. "My mom is sick. I miss her," he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks. The little boy, overwhelmed by the absence of his mother, found solace in the warmth of the girl's embrace.
The girl, understanding the pain in Taehyung's heart, cried with him. "I don't want to see you cry. If you cry, I will too," she declared, a bond of empathy forming between the two young souls. In that moment of shared vulnerability, they clung to each other, finding comfort in their shared sorrow.
As they cried together, the little boy, eager to alleviate his new friend's sadness, made a sincere offer. "I have to give you all my toys and chocolates. Do you want them?" he asked, his genuine concern for the girl evident in his words.
The little girl, wiping away her tears, responded with a heartfelt, "No, I am just hungry." The innocence of the exchange between the two children tugged at the heartstrings, their simple connection transcending the complexities of their individual struggles.
Determined to help his friend, the little boy left the park and disappeared into the nearby mansion. After a few moments, he returned, his eyes glistening with fresh tears. The girl, concerned about his sudden change in demeanor, asked, "Why? What happened? Why are you crying?"
The little boy, still processing the weight of the world's harsh realities, confessed, "I saw my father kiss another woman." The revelation hung in the air, an echo of the challenges that awaited the young Taehyung. The innocence lost and the harsh truths of life began to shape the contours of his consciousness.
Suddenly, Taehyung woke up in a cold sweat, the remnants of the vivid dream lingering in his mind. It wasn't just a dream; it was a haunting memory from his past, a piece of the puzzle he wished he could forget. The echoes of his childhood, marked by loneliness and heartache, resurfaced in the form of a recurring nightmare.
As he shook off the remnants of the dream, Taehyung went through his daily routine, the shower serving as a metaphorical cleanse for both his body and soul. The memories of his past, though painful, were an integral part of his journey, shaping the man he had become.
In the solitude of his thoughts, Taehyung reflected on the resilience of his younger self, the boy who, even in the face of adversity, had sought solace in the company of a compassionate friend. The dream served as a poignant reminder of the wounds that time could not fully heal, a testament to the complexities of growing up with a past marked by loss and betrayal.
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In the quiet hours of the morning, Eunha was gently roused from her slumber by a stern-faced maid named Sua. The abrupt awakening was accompanied by Sua's sharp words, "You have to work, and we're here for money too, so get up and start your work." Eunha, still groggy from her restless night, tried to comprehend the urgency in Sua's tone.
Concerned for her mother, Eunha inquired, "Where is my mom?" Sua, indifferent to Eunha's emotional state, replied matter-of-factly, "Your mom has left for your aunt's house for some days." Eunha, accustomed to the unpredictability of her mother's whereabouts, simply nodded, a mix of resignation and understanding in her gaze.
Feeling a throbbing pain in her head, Eunha touched her temples, a silent acknowledgment of the lingering effects of the previous night's soju. A maid named Quanxi, who had always been a source of support and care for Eunha, noticed her discomfort. "Drink this soup; you will feel good," she suggested, offering a bowl of warm liquid.
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FanfictionTaehyung, a kind 8-year-old from a billionaire family, was sent abroad for business studies. After 15 years, he returned, transformed. The warmth he once had was replaced by coldness, his heart now ruled by ego and entitlement. Wealth had reshaped h...